Love

This morning in a rare moment of quiet conversation while our three-year-old son slept late, I asked my husband, “Why did you let me go to divinity school if you think it is a bunch of hooey?” He responded, “The realization that I might not be right.”

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> Eleanor R. Kootsey posted: “This morning in a rare moment of quiet > conversation while our three-year-old son slept late, I asked my husband, > “Why did you let me go to divinity school if you think it is a bunch of > hooey?” He responded, “The realization that I might not be right.”” >